Title: Flash Fire
Summary: She sacrificed a lot for her brother so he could escape hell. Now in isolation, will she find her own happiness or will war come knocking once more?
Author Note: this is going to be a drabble, so chapters will be anywhere between 100-600 words.
Bella chuckled as she made her way deeper into the forest towards her cabin. “Come Nomad, it’ll be better if we’re surrounded by trees.”
“The name is Garrett.” He replied while standing and shaking off the snow.
“You can call me Sabel.” Bella replied, she hated going by her name and the only people to call her Isa were family. She also detested being called Bella, so Ella and Sabel were the last options.
Garrett stayed silent and took in the view and sounds around him. It was calming and isolated; he wondered how she hunted for her eyes were a vibrant crimson red, so she did not follow the animal diet lifestyle.
“This is an amazing place.” He stated once the log cabin came into view. It was small but well-tended and lived in, simple, homey.
Bella smirked over her shoulder. “I killed a hunter a while back, bit of a loner who lived off the land. It’s not much but better than a war torn tent and cots.”
“That I can agree to.” Garrett replied before stepping inside. It was Spartan but still held that homey touch, he could appreciate it as he was a nomad himself and carried all he owned on him.
“We have an hour or so till they reach here, what can you tell me about them?” Bella asked with sharp eyes and a commanding tone.
Garrett startled at the tone, flashing back to his times in the wars. “The leader is a tracker, scent based. He’s ruthless and his mate shouldn’t be underestimated, she has a gift but I do not know what it was. The last member seemed reluctant but bound to the two.”
“And where were you running too?” She asked calmly.
“There’s a coven not far from here, I’m friends with the sisters.” Garrett informed and that was true, he was friends with the succubi but more Kate than Irena or Tanya.
Bella’s brows rose. “Do you have a gift?”
“I wouldn’t really call it a gift; more I have a silver tongue. I can usually talk my way out of any situation.” He really hoped she wouldn’t press the gift topic; his gift was more like Peter’s. It was just there but couldn’t really be controlled and couldn’t really be classed as a gift, just a little bit more.
“Ah.” It was all she said before she stood and took off her jacket, revealing the tank top underneath. It took everything within Garrett not to flinch at the sight; he knew he wasn’t in danger but scars like that screamed danger.
The laugh that left her mouth was flat. “Time to play, Nomad.”
Author Note: Look Garrett! Also oops, I skipped a chapter. So go back and give it a read.